Everybody is being so nice to me. Maybe they have always been really nice to me. Maybe I’m just starting to notice it. And why wouldn’t they be? They all know I’m going to die.
Why is a baby so content? Why? She needs no car, no money, no house, no love, no relationships.
What is occurring to me is that everything is fine just the way it is. Perfect. Everything else is just a bonus. And what I find funny and sad at the same time is my attitude when the bonus is being taken away. I almost always forget that I am fine and that nothing is lacking.
Thank you, my sweet, for giving and taking away, so I can remember that I am perfect.
Thank you for pleasure and pain, for abundance and lack.
Thank you for connection with a friend, and thank you for space.
‘God turns you from one feeling to another and teaches by means of opposites so that you will have two wings to fly, not one.’ Rumi
“The wind blows where it wishes, and you hear the sound of it, but cannot tell where it comes from and where it goes. So is everyone who is born of spirit.” Jesus
The born of spirit blows where it wishes, and you hear the sound of it, but cannot tell where it comes from and where it goes.
This is one of my favorite bible verses, in part because it speaks to a deeper me, in part because I can’t totally understand it, which makes me want to come back to it over and over again, see if I can get some new insight out of it. Today I was reading through the book of John, and I was reading only Jesus’ words and new meaning was given to me, mathematical in form. Let’s see if I can put it into words.
This first graph shows the way most people see life, as a continuous line, with a beginning and an end. The physical life can be seen this way, with the line forming our identity, based on our past and looking towards a future.
This second graph shows life as being made of dots, each representing the present moment, each present moment a new life, a life created over and over in the moment, in a way being born again and again and again. Of course, the dots would be closer to each other than in my graph, giving the illusion of a continuous life. Now, maybe if we didn’t attach to the past dots or the future dots we could see life lived in the present moment as the eternal, never dying, but only being created and recreated infinitely.
The born of spirit blows where it wishes, and you hear the sound of it, but cannot tell where it comes from (past) and where it goes (future).